I'm The Progenitor Of Sin Cultivation

Xan

While hunting the last demonic cat beast, Mo Shen could feel a very powerful presence that dimmed on the battlefield. 

It was released only once, and when he tried to feel it one more time, he discovered that it was gone. 

He has nothing wrong with his head in anyway, which means that there is actually something that powerful in the forest.

He was able to survive in this forest and hunt just because of the luck and survival instinct he has in him. 

If it wasn't for that, then it would be super unbelievable and impossible for him to survive even for one day; the beasts in the forest would have devoured him. 

Let's not forget that the cat race of demonic beasts hosts a large number of powerhouses, and they can be considered the strongest breed of demonic beast if there weren't dragons and sirens. 

Dragons are strong, while sirens have the ability to pierce into the soul and start destroying any human being from that point.

Mo Shen fell to the ground immediately after he won the last fight. They say the last fight is always the hardest, and that is kind of true.

He was breathing heavily, taking in large lumps of breath; he is only human after all; such power usage was already above him. 

"I should be able to catch my breath in an hour and prepare to leave after that. I need to be in my best condition anyway, cause another demonic beast might attack me on my way out." He thought to himself. 

After resting for over an hour, he looted the corpse, and then he started walking out of the forest. 

The little landmarks he kept became his guide out of the forest. 

In a matter of 10 hours, he was able to leave the forest completely and was out in the open again. 

Coincidentally. He met those young hunters of before who discussed him being extremely weak; however, they held their mouths in shame when they saw him coming out of the forest with bloodstains in his clothes and a cloth bag hung around his neck where he kept beast cores, which should be about fifty. For them, the cost of fifty beast cores would make them stop hunting for a month or two and live an extravagant life. 

Just one spirit stone is enough to feed a normal family of four for three days; 500 of these stones would feed the same family for over two years, and there would still be spare money to buy clothes. 

Nevertheless, these spirit stones are important to cultivators; to them, they are more like an essence bank and also a means of purchasing stuff to grow stronger. 

"Hey young man, you don't want to walk with those clothes to your destination, do you? C'mon, let me give you a ride; you can pay with one spirit stone." A carriage driven by two powerful horses stopped in front of Mo Shen. 

The obese driver popped his head out the window and said to Mo Shen. 

"I have four with me; I can spend one." After thinking about that, he decided to board the carriage. 

After he got in, the power horses neighed and sped forward; their speed was three times that of ordinary horses at their peak speed. 

"Hey young man, what's your name? My name is Xan." 

"Mo Shen!" Mo Shen answered half-heartedly while staring outside the carriage. 

"Went out for a little hunting trip; I kind of envy you guys who can cultivate. My dantian was destroyed when I was a little kid, and ever since then I've been unable to feel the presence of essence." 

Mo Shen looked at him for some time and observed his body. After some time, he tilted his head towards the window once more and said. "Your dantian never got destroyed." 

The obese man nodded his head at first, but when he thought about what Mo Shen said, his eyes widened, and he looked at him with a dumb expression. 

"How did you know?" 

"Don't know, all I have to say is stop the fat; your blood vessels have enlarged so much that they're pressing against the essence vessel in your body, making it extremely difficult to observe the essence in the air; nevertheless, you usually feel powerful during the night." 

At this moment, the dude was unable to hold it back anymore. 

"Your case isn't that difficult to solve; I can help you, but it's going to cost a lot of cash." 

"How much do you want? 500 spirit stones, 1000 spirit stones, just name it; as long as you can help me solve this, I'll be very grateful." 

"10,000 spirit stones are enough. Make a stop at the next brothel; I can start treating you there, but I must say I accept payment before service." 

"I will pay immediately after we step out of the carriage, I promise." He latched the horse, and they increased their speed. 

Mo Shen had an evil smirk on his face at the moment. 

"Sorry, fatso, you're going to sacrifice a lot to get your dantian back."

The carriage stopped before a brothel; it was no other than the one Mo Shen had spotted earlier. 

Xan jumped down; his feet landing on the ground, shaking the carriage a little. 

He rushed to open the door for Mo Shen, who still stared outside the window. 

Mo Shen sighed and stepped down; his bloodstained clothes drew so much attention to him. 

But as long as Xan was with him, none of them could suspect him of anything. 

"Pay for ten young ladies and a room." He instructed Xan, who found his request strange but still complied with it. 

He paid for ten prostitutes and a room in the brothel; he was asked to pick them himself since he was paying a large sum. 

He picked ten of them with the best curves and led them into the room he had paid for. 

Mo Shen kept quiet the entire time; he only gave instructions; it was left for Xan to accept them and comply with them. 

When they got into the room with the prostitutes, Mo Shen asked one of them to get him a chair. 

He closed the door and placed the chair close to the door. 

He instructed all of them to strip, and the ladies immediately complied, even Xan. 

"Xan lie on the ground; four of you should hold his hands and legs, one person for one." then the rest of you should beat his back as hard as you can."